Lazyness

Today's musings . . .

I'm supposed to be doing important things today, but I'm feeling very lazy. I don't feel like working, training the dog, or anything else that requires me moving off of my bed (thank God for laptops). But I have an excuse (sort of). You see, today is a very rainy day. It's grey and gloomy, and dull. Plus I stayed up past two last night. I was so tired that when my mom woke me up at 11:00 am to connect the cable (the cable and the dvd player can't be hooked up to the tv at once, because we have a limited number of cords) I thought it was really early in the morning. That really ticked me off, until I looked at the clock. I've never been in such a deep sleep that late before. It was the weirdest feeling.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a brighter day. I have orientation for my new (online) school tomorrow. That should be fun. Okay, back to being lazy. Bye!

At The Library

oO Quiet! The Queen of Faildom speaketh!! Oo

Okay, I'm at the library right now, waiting for my mom to come from work. I just came from my piano lesson, and the library is right across from where my mom works. We're going to walk home together.

I had a non-lesson today. My teacher got stuck in traffic, and no one was at home when she called to tell me not to leave. So, I was there for 45 minutes even though the class is only supposed to be 30 minutes long (someone stole the clock in the class). I got some practicing done and took a nap (lol).

I'm about to fall asleep right now. I totally went to bed at, like 3:30 am. And I talk in my sleep, so, I apparently said I was awake or I was getting up when my mom came to get me. At about 7:15 am, my dad storms into my room with a squirt bottle and starts squirting me in the head. He was all like "Your mother came and woke you up and you're still in bed?!" I'm thinking, I haven't seen or heard anyone since 11:00 pm, what are you talking about?! Then I started crying because I was so mad, and crying is usually my first response to a negative emotion.

I love the attention I get when I knit in public, especially if I'm wearing a rocker tee or something. Everyone's like "whaaat?!" Two old ladies were all, like, "SHE'S KNITTING" at me. lol And I expected other teenagers to look at me funny, but they actually look a little impressed. Haha!

Ha, I thanked God for wheelchair lifts on the bus and I don't even use a wheelchair.

Whoa, a book just caught my eye. The Jesus Chronicles? Seriously?! Now that's just awesome. It's probably incorrect, though. It's actually bigger than the actual Bible, and the one I'm looking at is only on Luke. :P Plus it's a novel. . . . Okay, I'm no longer seeing the awesome.

THERE'S A KID ON A SCOOTER IN THE LIBRARY!! rotfl!!!!! Why is that so funny?

Cleverbot. Unexplainable, just look. www.cleverbot.com. It proposed to me. o.O;;

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Okay, I'm at home now. I revamped the blog a little. Like it? I'm really tired. I'm going to stop typing now before it becomes completely incoherent.

Lates (Earliest?) Post

oO Quiet! The Queen of Faildom speaketh!! Oo

Yawn . . . um, whatever, I feel really weird and random and jumpy and weird and jumpy when i'M TIRED . . . dang . . . press the stupid caps lock . . .

ANYWAYS, this is me. As a wolf.

It says "Sudo" because on the internet I'm know as Sudosane (accidentally-purposefully mispelled "pseudosane", meaning "falsely sane"), Phasahd, Phase, Pulseh, or Pulsahda.

I'm so proud of myself. I seriously put my personality on a wolf EPICLY.

And then . . . SSC . . .

And, of course, they had to graffiti up my artistry with a poem . . . well, I asked them to. Just didn't seem right if they didn't . . .

Channy is a Wolfie

this is a wolfie
who sings out of key
because her mouth is glued together
with a string of toffee

she always says "whoopee"
as she howls with glee
and she has a pink player
to play mp3s.